#mmmnnn

warnings: slight nsfw, brattiness, smug dominance, a/b/o dynamics

words: 167

a/n: i'm feeling quite frisky today... okay when am i not. @frusciante-pepper-91 i do apologize, i am still working on your request! i just got a bit carried away with the plotline and well... now it's gonna take me longer... i do hope you don't mind! also... i've been working on a naughty story where mike is a devil and layne sells his soul to him... ahhh!!! 😇

You knew exactly what you were doing—leaning back, rolling your eyes, letting your tone drip with defiance just to watch the muscle in his jaw tick.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he ordered, eyes flashing.

You taunted, crossing your arms, “What’re you gonna do about it?”

The air shifted before he even moved The silence was heavy. Dangerous. Then—footsteps. His presence hit you like a wall, body heat and shadow swallowing you whole. A low, feral growl vibrated from his chest, straight through your ribs, and before you could even flinch, his scent rolled over you in a suffocating wave—sharp, intoxicating, inescapable—coilin around you like chains.

Your pulse spiked. Breath hitched. That bratty smirk slipped right off your lips as instinct yanked the fight out of you, your body going all small, pliant, trembling under him.

“Be good,” he rasped, voice rough with warning.

“Yes, sir.” It came out small, soft.